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Fukkit - JUNGLE lyrics

Artist: Fukkit

album: JUNGLE


Yea, I know what it cost
To buy out the boss
It ain't nothing to X'em out we gon give him a cross
Stick swinging I let it fly like i'm playing lacrosse
Don't play with me that's how you get your main tossed
They say they got some drip but it's the same sauce
Say they made a hit but when I hear it's just the same song
Often obviously I can't be touched
Im like a b---h doing her make up I just can't be rushed
Im too pretty
His b---h is looking good but she need new titties
Keep it 100 like two 50's we blew fifty
Bands coming like a drum roll
Make her dance say you a fan but you a dumb h-e
Honestly
I might need your head before your body it's my policy
I like the way that you get on your knees I'll make you crawl to me
B-----s coming on to me, then off me
I been at the top so it makes sense that you been topping me
See that look up on your face like what you trynna do?
Put you at the top of my list of the things that imma do
Gimme head with attitude, don't give an attitude
And I know you been hiding from your man but I ain't mad at you
Girl you what I wanna do, you ain't what I gotta do
Slurp it at the end and then you giggle like it's comical
Up and down I got you sweating like the sauna room
I gotta make you sing them high notes just like Madonna do
Seven 20 on these b-----s gotta do a double take on 'em
If you don't recognize the way you talkin' at me h-e
Listerine the d--k before I shove it in ya throat
Waitin' for me in the bed I leave her hangin like a coat
Money long I spread it like accordion
You rappin' like a giant off the mic you a Napoleon
Dynamite I blow the p---y and the back out
Tar tar, raw dog it, and I never back out
I think I'm allergic to broke homies
You lookin for a loan you better leave me alone homie
Ain't never had s--t got it all on my own homie
The way I'm eating now I wouldn't throw you a bone homie
And I don't give a f--k about nobody
Less you dropping necks or signing checks
It's the man who right beside you be the real threat
Tryna be a leader with that p---y demeanor
Lick the b---s and get the w----r
Leave me dryer than a cleaner on God
See that look up on your face like what you trynna do?
Put you at the top of my list of the things that imma do
Gimme head with attitude, don't give an attitude
And I know you been hiding from your man but I ain't mad at you
Girl you what I wanna do, you ain't what I gotta do
Slurp it at the end and then you giggle like it's comical
Up and down I got you sweating like the sauna room
I gotta make you sing them high notes just like Madonna do
Got me feeling myself
She can't handle me so ima bring her some help
Take her to the crib so she can soak in the wealth
Once I'm finished with her put her back on the shelf
They always come for the king
Probably why I always got that blicky on me
Probably why I always be the crime of the scene
Made her throw it back while she was poppin a bean
She's a freak she always keep it open
Double D's she's riding on my dope d--k
Peep the f---d, the pharmacy is flowin'
Love to see the reason she a ocean
Wet as can be
She's been playing games but I've been loving the tease
If she moving right I make her play for the team
There can never be nobody greater than me
See that look up on your face like what you trynna do?
Put you at the top of my list of the things that imma do
Gimme head with attitude, don't give an attitude
And I know you been hiding from your man but I ain't mad at you
Girl you what I wanna do, you ain't what I gotta do
Slurp it at the end and then you giggle like it's comical
Up and down I got you sweating like the sauna room
I gotta make you sing them high notes just like Madonna do

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